714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—

649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday

All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -

The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,

723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—

A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…

932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude

How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…

Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance

857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—

252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy

295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will

687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—